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HIGHWAYMAN 

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THE HIGHWAYMAN 

Produced on June 5, 1891, at the Opera Coiniqiie 
Theatre, London, imth the following cast. 

Sir Harry Bellairs . . Mr. C. P. Colnaghi. 
Lady Betty Bassett . . Miss Letty Lind. 



THE HIGHWAYMAN 

Scene.' — A lady's boudoir ; folding window, with 
balcony at back. Fire in fireplace r. Doors r.u.e. 
and L.u.E. Table L. Screen at back, near balcony. 

Time.' — Eighteenth century. 

[When the curtain rises the stage is empty. Then the 
window is softly pushed open, and Sir Harry 
Bell AIRS makes his appearance. He is dressed in a 
scarlet coat, riding breeches, and high boots ; wears a 
sword, and pistols, and has a mask in his hand.) 

Sir Harry. Well, by the living Jingo, here I am. 
What an adventure ! What's the time ? (He looks 
at clock over mantelpiece.) Half -past twelve. Then 
my lady won't be here for half an hour yet. I may 
as well make myself comfortable. (He seats himself 
before the fire, crossing his legs, and tilting back in his 
chair, and swinging his mask.) Yes, it is a devil of 
an adventure ! I almost wish I hadn't got into it. 
I have half a mind to sneak out of it. But no, it's 
on the book at Brooke's, and a bet's a bet all the 
world over. Let me see. Jack Fanshawe bet me a 
cool hundred last Saturday that Lady Betty wouldn't 
give me a dance before the week was out. " Done ! " 
says I, with an oath ; and '* bring the book ! " says 
he, with another ; and down it goes, with both our 
names to it, in the presence of half the club. A 
plague on Jack Fanshawe ! He knew that Betty and 
I were out ever since she learned that I took the little 
French mantua-maker to the ridotto at Ranelagh, 



8 THE HIGHWAYMAN. 

though I swore to her a thousand times that there 
was nothing in it, and without perjury too. Oh, 
Betty, Betty, I wouldn't have lost you for a wilder- 
ness of French mantua-makers, and now you won't 
speak to me in the Mall, or dance with me in a masquer- 
ade ; and I am the laughing-stock of every right lad 
in London for a love-sick Clitander. Hush ! What 
was that ! (He gets up and walks to the door l.u.e. 
listening.) No, nothing. (He walks up and down.) 
And so, like a bit of a fool, I made the wager, and 
now, like a bit of a knave, I am trying to win it. 
She wouldn't give me a dance if she were to die for 
it, so I have thought of this precious plan to circum- 
vent her. I persuaded my Lord Chesterfield to slip 
a letter into this week's World about the gallant 
highwayman, who makes pretty ladies dance to him, 
for all the world like Claude Duval of old. She will 
have read it, I know, for all women of quality do so ; 
and here am I at midnight on her balcon}^ in the rig 
of a knight of the road, having made interest with 
the caretaker of the empty house next door to climb 
over from the balcony. It is a knavish piece of work, 
and I would it were done. But there's no danger of 
being discovered, for I know that, like the angel 
she is, she sends her maid to bed when she's out late. 
Who knows ? She may forgive the jest, after all. 
And, damn it, I must win ! And damn it, I must be 
revenged ! Hush, here she comes. Early, too. 
(Goes behind the screen.) 

(Enter Lady Betty Bassett l.u.e.) 

Lady Betty. Lord ! Lord ! How cold the world 
is, and lord, lord, how dull the world is. A body 
might say I was pining for that fool Sir Harry, but I 
know better. Oh yes, I know better. But I have it 
in my heart sometimes to wish he had not taken that 
mincing minx from Paris to the Ranelagh ridotto. 
Bah ! What do I care ? There are properer men in 
the world than Harry Bellairs, and goodlier gallants, 



THE HIGHWAYMAN. 9 

and better dancers. Nay, I'm not so sure of that. 
I've danced all night, but never a man of my partners 
could touch him ; but I'll never dance with him 
again ! Never ! Never ! Never ! The insolent 
wretch, to solicit my hand the other night at the 
Ambassador's for the minuet ! If a look could have 
killed, Harry Bellairs would be buried by this time. 
Ah well, w^ell, and to think that I came so near to 
being in love with him ! How lucky I escaped ! 
How lucky I escaped ! {Sighs.) I'm not a bit 
sleepy. (She stands by the fire, looking down into it.) 
If I go to bed I shall but toss and toss, and never 
sleep till cockcrow. I'll read something' — but what ? 
Mr. Fielding's new story ? Nay, I'm in no mood for 
romance. My Lord Chesterfield's journal^ — I have 
not had time to glance at it till now ? [She takes the 
" World " from the table, and seats herself by the fire.) 

(The window again opens cautiously, and Harry 
Bellairs steals into the room.) 

Harry (aside). How pretty she is. What a pic- 
ture she makes ! What a brute I feel. 

Betty. Heyday, what have we here ? (Reads.) 
" My dear Sir, have you heard of the strange pranks 
it pleases a prince of the worshipful brotherhood of 
pilferers to play ? I have heard, and that on excel- 
lent authority, that the country round about London 
is haunted by a highwayman of a novel kind. The 
men, indeed, he plunders most scrupulously to their 
last doubloon ; but as for the ladies, wh^s the rogue 
is a gallant rogue, and if they be but fair of favour, he 
deals wdth them as Claude Duval of famous memory ; 
makes them tread him a measure, and with a bow bids 
them farewell — if frightened, not at all hurt, and no 
penny the poorer in pocket. Is not this a gallant 
rascal ? In Hampstead and the adjacent country 
they call him the ' Dancing Highwayman.' Let us 
hope he may not take to coming citywards, and scar- 
ing our town beauties. Yet I wish the rogue clear 



10 THE HIGHWAYMAN. 

of the halter for his wit." {Aloud.) Dear Lord, what 
a creature ! With such a desperado abroad, the 
poor ladies of Hampstead and Barnet, for sure, can 
scarce sleep sound, but here, in St. James's Square, 
thank heavens, we need not be fearsome. 

Harry {aside). Now is my cue. {Withdraws to 
balcony and coughs.) Hum, hum ! 

Betty. What was that ? 

Harry {coughs). Hum, hum ! 

Betty. I am sure I heard something. 

Harry {coughs louder). Hum, hum ! 

Betty. Good gracious, there is some one outside. 

{Noise of tapping at window.) 

Oh, what can it be ? 

(Harry pushes window forward and enters room. 
He is now masked.) 

Harry. Don't be alarmed, madam, I beg of you. 

Betty. Ah! Help! Help! 

Harry. Madam, don't scream, or it may be the 
worse for you. 

Betty. What do you want ? What do you 
want ? 

Harry. If you keep still, madam, I vow and pro- 
test that I will do 3^ou no harm. But you must keep 
still, or {Menacing her with pistols.) 

Betty. What do you want here ? 

Harry. I am here, madam, as you may guess, 
on most urgent business. To be round with you, I 
am no better than a highwayman, and m}^ business 
is with his lordship's cofiers. I am not mistaken in 
taking this to be my Lord Pardon's mansion ? 

Betty. You are wrong, sir, indeed ! My Lord 
Pardon's house is next door, and now unoccupied. 
My lord is on the Continent, making the Grand Tour. 

Harry. A plague on it. I have been vilely 
abused in my information, and made a barbarous 
mistake. Forgive me, fair lady, for scaring you. 



1 



THE HIGHWAYMAN. 11 

Betty. Yes, yes, I forgive you, if you will only go. 

Harry. Nay, we must not part so unmannerly. 
If I am baulked of my lord's booty, I must not go 
away inconsolable. 

Betty. Nay, sir, take what you will. I am a 
defenceless woman. 

Harry. You put me to the blush. Were not my 
face vizarded, you should see me scarlet. Madam, 
to rob a woman is not the way of the " Dancing 
Highwayman." 

Betty. The " Dancing Highwayman " ? 

Harry. You have heard of me ? Yes, I see you 
have the World there. My Lord Chesterfield has a 
pretty wit. Then, madam, if you have read my 
biographer, you know my terms ! 

Betty. What do you mean ? 

Harry. Mean ? Why, simply this, I rob no 
woman, I do no woman wrong ; but every woman 
who comes into the power of the '' Dancing High- 
wayman " must willy-nilly dance with him. 

Betty. Sir, you are mad ! I have but to ring 
the bell, and you are lost. 

Harry. Truly, but you will not ring the bell, for, 
though I am loth to threaten a lady, I warn you that 
I am armed, and will, if needs must, use my weapon. 

Betty. Lord, sir, are your pistols loaded ? 

Harry. Indeed, surely ! See ! They are primed, 
and look where the ramrod stops. (Action with 
pistol.) 

Betty. Then, dear Lord, sir, put them by. I 
never can endure the sight of firearms. You have 
your sword still, which is a vastly more gentlemanly 
weapon to frighten a woman withal ; and as for the 
dance, sir, you shall have your will. 

Harry. Now, this is excellent ! And shows a 
most reasonable disposition' — a thing rare in woman. 
So, there lie my barkers {puts pistols on table), and 
now, madam, may I entreat your hand ? 

Betty. Surely, gentle highwayman. What 



12 THE HIGHWAYIMAN. 

measure is your pleasure, the gavotte, minuet, or 
coranto ? 

Harry. The gavotte, madam, if I may choose. 

Betty. You are master here, and I must needs 
obey you. 

Harry. Think me not so ungracious, madam ; 
I am your most humble servant. 

(They dance a gavotte together.) 

Madam, I am vastly beholden to you. 

Betty. And now, sir, leave me in peace. 

Harry. Nay, there is still something more. 

Betty. Beware, sir, how you drive me to des- 
peration ! 

Harry. Indeed, you misunderstand me. I do 
but beseech a poor square of paper, enriched with 
your hand- writing. 

Betty. To what end ? 

Harry. 'Tis a ceremony I exact from all my 
clients. 'Tis but a word in your fair script to say 
that you have danced with me. 

Betty. And if I refuse ? 

Harry [touching sword-hilt). Nay, you will not 
refuse. 

Betty. Well, then, what is your will ? (Sits at 
table and writes.) 

Harry. Write but these words : ''I, Lady Betty, 
hereby declare that I have danced a gavotte with him 
who witnesseth this writing." Good, and now sign. 

Betty. 'Tis done, sir ! (Signs paper.) 

Harry. Excellent ! Now let me witness it. 
(Crosses to r. and sits at table — writes.) " Witnessed, 
Harry Bellairs ! " 

Betty. Harry Bellairs ! 

Harry. He and none other, who hath won his 
wager and danced with disdainful divinity ! 

Betty. Won your wager ? 

Harry. Why, I was so bold, or so bad — ^which 
you please— as to take up a wager that j^ou would 



THE HIGHWAYMAN. 13 

dance me a measure ; and as you would not by fair 

means 

Betty. Why, you chose foul. Coward 1 
Harry. Come, come ! The jest is at an end- 



Betty. The jest is not at an end. There is the 
best of the joke to come. 

Harry. What do you mean ? 

Betty. It is now your turn. Sir Harry. Sir 
Harry, the highwajnnan, I say, " stand and deliver." 
{She has crossed over to where his pistols are lying on 
the table, and has caught one tip in her right hand to 
level at him, while her left hand rests on the other.) 

Harry. My dear Lady Betty ! My dear crea- 
ture, pray be careful, those pistols are loaded ! 

Betty. So you said, and so I know. Sir Harry. 
I am not so simple as you think. Thanks to my dear 
old uncle, I am as good a shot with a pistol as any 
gentleman in the King's service, and I swear to you. 
Sir Harry, upon my honour, that if you do not now 
do as I bid you, you are no better than a dead 
man. 

Harry. The devil ! Prithee lower that muzzle, 
dear lady. Let me tell you that to shoot me now were 
sheer murder, and would mean Tyburn and a loop 
of hemp for that white neck. 

Betty. Error, Sir Harry, error. If you are found 
here with a bullet in your heart or head, I have full 
justification. You are here in m.y room at dead of 
night, masked, in habit of a highwa>Tnan. If in my 
own defence I shoot you dead, and it turns out that 
my assailant was — by courtesy — a gentleman of birth 
and breeding, so much the worse for him, but not for 
me. 

Harry. Fairly trapped, by the living Jingo. 
[Advancing towards her.) Dear Lady Betty 

Betty (levelling pistol). Another step. Sir Harry, 
and you are tapping at the gates of Paradise ! 

Harry [recoiling). The devil ! I believe she 
means it. 



14 THE HIGHWA\TVIAN. 

Betty (laughing). Mean it ? I should think I 
do mean it. I was never more in earnest in myHfe. 
Obey my orders, or say your prayers quickly. 

Harry (sullenly). What are your commands ? 

Betty. First burn that paper which you made me 
write just now. Burn it, I say. 

Harry (after momentary hesitation burns paper). 
Well, is that all ? 

Betty. Nay, not nearly. 

Harry. What next ? 

Betty. Sit and write in your turn. Sit, I say. 

(Harry sits.) 

Now take thy pen and write quickly as follows. 
Are you ready ? 

Harry. Yes, plague on't, I'm read}^ 

Betty. Then thus : "I, Harry Bellairs, baronet, 
of Bellairs, in the county of Kent, hereby confess 
myself a most ungentle gentleman — • — " 

Harry (half rising). Madam^ 

Betty. It is sober truth, sir, and besides, remem- 
ber- (pointing pistol). 

Harry (sighing). Yes, it is true. 

Betty. " An ungentle gentleman, in that I sought 
to practise by fraud and by violence upon the weak- 
ness of a woman, and of a woman to whom I had 
professed attachment." (Harry makes a gesture of 
protest.) Continue, sir ! Have you set down " at- 
tachment " ? (Harry nods.) " I have acted shame- 
fully in making a ladj^'s name the subject of a vulgar 
wager and more shamefully still, in the base means I 
employed to carry out my purpose." 

Harry. Madam, forgive me ! 

Betty. W^rite, sir, " To this I set my hand," and 
so, sir, sign it. 

Harry. It is done, madam. 

Betty. And now, Sir Harry, go to your com- 
panions and tell them, if you will, how you won your 



THE HIGHWAYMAN. 15 

wager. As for your letter, it shall to-morrow to the 
King, and so, sir, I wish you a good morning. (Sits.) 
Harry. Madam, I do not know how to express 
myself. 

Betty. Is not silence your better part ? 
Harry. No, by Heaven ! I have acted like a 
knave, but you have shamed me to the root of my 
heart. Madam Betty, listen to me, I have behaved 
like a cur, I deserve to be whipped ; I have nothing 
to say that you should listen to. 
Betty. No, indeed ! 

Harry. No, indeed ; and yet, oh, by Heaven, I 
loved you, I love you. 

Betty. Love me and use me so ? For shame, sir, 
so to poison a sweet word. 

Harry. Yes, love you. I am a rogue and a fool — 
what you please, but I loved you, and you were so 
hard to me, and you would not believe my word, 
though I was true to you. 
Betty. Enough, sir. 

Harry. I was true to you. I swear it on my 
honour as a gentleman. 
Betty (scornfully). Ah ! 

Harry. Yes, you have the right to sneer, and I 
no right to swear in such fashion. But your scorn 
drove me crazy ; and the covert smile of my friends, 
and your refusal to take my hand at the Ambassador's, 
all this made me mad, and I made my vile wager, 
and won it and lost it, and hurt myself beyond speech. 
Betty. Have you done ? 

Harry. But this much more. This letter I have 
written is not enough. I will make a more abject 
confession, and publish it abroad. I will challenge 
Jack Fanshawe, and fight him to the death. If I 
survive I will leave England at once, and you shall 
never see me, never hear of me again. I shall not 
ask you to remember, I shall not ask you to forget, 
that so base a thing as I once dared to love you. 
Betty. Go, sir, go ! (Aside.) Or I shall relent. 



16 THE HIGHWAYIMAN. 

Harry. I am gone, Betty. If you knew how 
vilely I think of myself — but there, it is too late for 
penitence, too late for pardon. 

Betty. Oh, Harry, Harry, if I could beHeve you ! 

Harry. If you could ! Betty, I am punished 
enough. Do not tempt me to hope again, if you are 
not in earnest. Can you forgive me ? 

Betty. Perhaps I can. 

Harry. Oh, if it were true ! Listen ! I swear 
to you that ever since the night at Ranelagh, when 
we exchanged vows and tokens, I have been true to 
yoU' — yes, by Heaven — true as a gentleman should 
be to the woman he loves, to the woman he honours. 

Betty. But she- — the other- — the masquerade ? 

Harry. 'Twas all nothing. She \\as a flame of 
Harry St. Patrick's. He had promised her the treat, 
but a fall from his horse lamed him. I found him on 
his sick-bed, with the French baby crying for her 
spoiled sport. He begged me to take her to the 
masquerade, and for friendship's sake, I consented. 
At the ball she swore I was plaguey dull company, 
and she left me for Jock Lydmouth, with whom she 
bolted to Paris next day. St. Patrick, they say, will 
fight him as soon as ever his leg is mended — but 
that's the whole of the story, as far as I am concerned. 

Betty. And this is true, true, true ? {Rises, 
crosses to c.) 

Harry. True, indeed ! Oh dear, believe me, 
even though you refuse to take me into favour again. 
I am no better than my fellows, but I am not such a 
graceless rogue — and, for sure, no man could be — as 
to lie to you and be untrue to you. Believe me, 
forgive me. 

Betty. Harry, I think- — I believe — you. 

Harry. Dearest, then be perfection, and forgive 
me. 

Betty. Harry, — I^I think — I forgive you. 

Harry. You are an angel^ — and I the happiest 
man in the world. For sure I am in Paradise. 



THE HIGHWAYMAN. 



17 



Betty. Then, sir, the angel must drive you out of 
Paradise. You have presumed, but you are par- 
doned. Go. To-morrow at noon, upon the Mall, 
let us meet as friends in the eyes of all. 

Harry. Madam, as the fellow says in the play- 
book, " 'tis twenty years till then." 

Betty. 'Twill pass. 

Harry. Farewell ! 

Betty. Stay, sir, you have won your bet and lost 
it. Before you go, of my own free will, I will give 
you my hand for a measure. 

Harry. Sweetheart ! 

Betty. Come, gallant highwayman, your hand. 

(They dance the first step of a gavotte. As they are still 
dancing the curtain falls.) 



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2268 A Marriage Has Been 

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2269 Carrots 

2270 Conversion of Nat 

Sturge 



2271 Clerical Error 

2272 Aubrey Closes the 

2273 Workbox 

2274 Two on a 'Bus 

2275 Bridget's Blundei 

2276 That Brute Si 

2277 Well Matched 

2278 Maker of Men 

2279 Gutter of Time 

2280 Game of Chess 



VOLUME 153 

2281 Mr. Steinmann's 

Comer 

2282 Ella's Apology 

2283 Colour Sergeant 

2284 Helpless Couple 

2285 First Aid to , the 

Wounded 

2286 Correct Thing 

2287 Their New Paying 

Guest 

2288 Domestic Entangle- 

ment 

2289 Salt of Life 

2290 Time is Money 

2291 Wallv and the Widow 

2292 Deceitful Miss Smiths 

2293 Holly Tree Inn 

2294 Up-to-date 

2295 Bit of Old Chelsea 

VOLUME 154 

2296 Wrong Side of the 

Road 

2297 The Open Door 

2298 Prima Donna (Pem- 

berton) 

2299 Lights Out(Pemberton) 

2300 Mirror of Time 

2301 Three Blind Mice 

(Muskerrj') 
•2302 Privy Council 
2303 Snowed up with a 

Duchess 




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cuyLcuu 

2309 Ejection of Aunt 

Lucinda 

2310 Uncle Dick's Darling 



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2311 That Horrid Major 

2312 Bardwell v. PickwicI 

2313 House of Nightingales 

2314 Turtle Doves [der 

2315 Superior Miss Pellen- 

2316 His Good Genius 

2317 Martha Plays the Fairy 

2318 Dumb Cake 

2319 Proposing by Proxy 

2320 Phoenix 

2321 Boatswain's Mate 

2322 Final Rehearsal 

2323 Two Aunts at a Time 

2324 Nelson Touch 

2325 Convict on the Hearth 

VOLUME 156 

2326 Grey Parrot 

2327 Ghost of Jerry Bundler 

2328 Bishop's Candlesticks 

2329 Peacemaker 

2330 Changeling 

2331 Wire Entanglement 

2332 Pride of Regiment 
2335 "1588" 

2334 Man on the Kerb 

2335 O'Dowd 

2336 Impertinence of the 

Creature 

2337 Dramatist at Home 

2338 Martha the Soothsayer 

2339 Old Martha Is. 

2340 All Through Martha Is. 



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